’ Chapter Ten ‘I am come on a mission of some delicacy, ma’am,’ Gerald said calmly to the old lady. Why did he take me?’ Martha’s damp eyes were puzzled. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it was striking. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. I knew him in spite of his dress.
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